Cliff Ticket Songtext
von Dastard

Oh the smell of prison
Is sour
Rats in our pillows
Gunshots from the tower
As I look out my window
Between labored breath
Some big Turk reminds me
To leave would be my death


I′m known to people around here
Known for what I done
When I first arrived
I was shown my bed
I thought id won
Inside these halls
There's only one
One old hearts murmured beating
One freezing frightened captain
His severed limbs lay bleeding
And when that big deal happens
If I should fall
Don′t catch me
I recall
The big Turk